[Round 1: Chef Trez]
Yo, how the fuck is this a look for me?
My stock higher, what's in store?
A youngin' givin' an old head a shot, this The Wire
You are not ready, we ain't teammates no more, do not test me
But if we was, you would've got this beatin' down the block like a boxed Chevy
All them children you got, and you think you can son me to add a blessing?
Well let me add a lesson, ain't an adolescent
Nigga got ten kids, you want another boy? Well here, MAC-11
Buckle down, the deuce? Compact
But this photo, fuckin' wild, you'll get your vehicle flipped
Now you gotta get it fixed
Peep the double clown?
Two, photo, vehicle, fix, let me dumb it down
That's you in a hospital, having to recoup so Dan (Sedan) gotta recover now
When shit went left, right, I stayed down 'til I came up
I am a cheat code, jackpot, he seen more rounds than a damn casino
Reload the clip, but this batch legendary; Dan DeVito
Try to run in Florida, but I caught a bat (quarterback); Dan Marino
Fuck Danny, catch him in South Central, squeeze and shoot
You point the deuce then I point the deuce, let's make a sequel too (two)
Keep it cool, send him to Heaven's gates, make sure he reach it too
I mean I used to look up to Danny, and now I've got more reason to
When you mention me, don't say "rookie" cause my warning shot meaning your top gettin' grazed bully
Right down the middle, split a bald head, it look like shaved pussy
You rap random shit, and the fans and shit, love what you do
I'm direct and real, I could get sent to rehab for substance abuse
Watch how I do you worse
Mom and daughter box right next to each other, you gotta talk to them through the dirt
Side by side, now try to escape that parallel universe
I say this nigga done, as far as love, he ain't gettin' none
We both brothers, but I'm my mother different son
Quick to get a gun
They say he the target, be with the shit or run
Code word: Clifford, leave dawg (dog) covered in red
Copy, BLAOW! Mission done
Y'all say Loso is my best showing, am I gonna snap against the Bar God
Well if you seen my Loso work, you would know I had to literally out bar God
Get ya body broke, think it's gon' be a classic match
I wish you would spaz for any fightin' words
If you Loaded with Verbs you need a good cast
Where your hood pass? Nigga been bitchin' tryin' to find home
Ya stock low so (Loso), I see why you in all these different type of Rhymezones
You tryin' to get ya groove back, old school cat
Well I seen it all from drugs to tools clack
Even positive shit was hard to do, playin' ball had nowhere to shoot at
No full courts, just one hoop, Nino in New Jack
And that parallel universe shit? I been through that
My mans was on the outside puttin' the tre to nigga's noodles
I was on the inside raisin' the tray for a soup pack
Question: if I shoot is you gonna shoot back?
You send TECs (texts), we all send TECs (texts), this shit is a group chat
First two, boom bap
Third round, move back
Extended, take it from a snippet to a loop track
I'm [?] where you can't kill, ain't nothin' you say real
Try to get in my way, chill
Talkin' Super Fly I'll push your (pusher) man to the side; Curtis Mayfield
Break in his house, in and out, he thought he seen a demon
Put the .40 to his bitch but the thirty eight (ate) his kids like the queen of England
You'll get the head shot, red dot, [?] Red Fox
This, comin' with a clear case; Redbox
This bitch lit, the clip twist like a dreadlock
The clip and grip, together they stick together; wedlock
Yo, how the fuck is this a look for me?
My stock higher, what's in store?
A youngin' givin' an old head a shot, this The Wire
You are not ready, we ain't teammates no more, do not test me
But if we was, you would've got this beatin' down the block like a boxed Chevy
All them children you got, and you think you can son me to add a blessing?
Well let me add a lesson, ain't an adolescent
Nigga got ten kids, you want another boy? Well here, MAC-11
Buckle down, the deuce? Compact
But this photo, fuckin' wild, you'll get your vehicle flipped
Now you gotta get it fixed
Peep the double clown?
Two, photo, vehicle, fix, let me dumb it down
That's you in a hospital, having to recoup so Dan (Sedan) gotta recover now
When shit went left, right, I stayed down 'til I came up
I am a cheat code, jackpot, he seen more rounds than a damn casino
Reload the clip, but this batch legendary; Dan DeVito
Try to run in Florida, but I caught a bat (quarterback); Dan Marino
Fuck Danny, catch him in South Central, squeeze and shoot
You point the deuce then I point the deuce, let's make a sequel too (two)
Keep it cool, send him to Heaven's gates, make sure he reach it too
I mean I used to look up to Danny, and now I've got more reason to
When you mention me, don't say "rookie" cause my warning shot meaning your top gettin' grazed bully
Right down the middle, split a bald head, it look like shaved pussy
You rap random shit, and the fans and shit, love what you do
I'm direct and real, I could get sent to rehab for substance abuse
Watch how I do you worse
Mom and daughter box right next to each other, you gotta talk to them through the dirt
Side by side, now try to escape that parallel universe
I say this nigga done, as far as love, he ain't gettin' none
We both brothers, but I'm my mother different son
Quick to get a gun
They say he the target, be with the shit or run
Code word: Clifford, leave dawg (dog) covered in red
Copy, BLAOW! Mission done
Y'all say Loso is my best showing, am I gonna snap against the Bar God
Well if you seen my Loso work, you would know I had to literally out bar God
Get ya body broke, think it's gon' be a classic match
I wish you would spaz for any fightin' words
If you Loaded with Verbs you need a good cast
Where your hood pass? Nigga been bitchin' tryin' to find home
Ya stock low so (Loso), I see why you in all these different type of Rhymezones
You tryin' to get ya groove back, old school cat
Well I seen it all from drugs to tools clack
Even positive shit was hard to do, playin' ball had nowhere to shoot at
No full courts, just one hoop, Nino in New Jack
And that parallel universe shit? I been through that
My mans was on the outside puttin' the tre to nigga's noodles
I was on the inside raisin' the tray for a soup pack
Question: if I shoot is you gonna shoot back?
You send TECs (texts), we all send TECs (texts), this shit is a group chat
First two, boom bap
Third round, move back
Extended, take it from a snippet to a loop track
I'm [?] where you can't kill, ain't nothin' you say real
Try to get in my way, chill
Talkin' Super Fly I'll push your (pusher) man to the side; Curtis Mayfield
Break in his house, in and out, he thought he seen a demon
Put the .40 to his bitch but the thirty eight (ate) his kids like the queen of England
You'll get the head shot, red dot, [?] Red Fox
This, comin' with a clear case; Redbox
This bitch lit, the clip twist like a dreadlock
The clip and grip, together they stick together; wedlock
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